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SET YOU FREE-PART 1

I suffered a lot with my grief after I lost my five-year-old son; I wanted to die. I could not wake up each morning to face the pain. I grieved for a long time. Because of my music I wake up now each day with joy. I was an illustrator for thirty years, but now I am a writer and composer. It has helped me very much to express my pain through my music. Continue reading

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I LONG FOR YOU TO HOLD ME

It was late at night. I worked on my song and incorporated the new chord Peaches had suggested. I rewrote the one lyric line to: Tthough I long for you to hold me, I need to set you free I tried and tried to sing my song. But I could not. Each time I tried to sing it, my throat closed up with tears and I was overcome with emotion. I finally allowed for up and out and put my guitar down so I could truly cry. Continue reading

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ALL MY LIFE I HAD HOPED YOU WOULD STAY

Sometime there were “certain moments” when she could hear her friend’s voice. Her friend’s voice was so recognizable and it was always comforting. Sometimes, her friend would even cackle as she did when they were young. The smile in her voice was like music, too. It was when her friend’s voice filled her mind, that it traveled straight to her heart and spread comfort throughout her body.
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LIFE AND DEATH ARE A MYSTERY

I have characterized my transformation from a year ago as one of going from being zombie-like to joyful. However, recently I realized that this was not the only transformation I have ever experienced. As a result of grief, I was forever changed. I have never delved into describing those changes before.
Although I am joyful, I am not at all innocent as I was before I suffered from grief. The horror of grief slaughtered my innocence and enlightened me about life and death. For me, the best way to share my feelings about life and death is by writing a parable. Continue reading

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